She slid the last pancakes off the skillet and onto the plate. “We’ve got eggs—”

“I will vomit all over this kitchen,” Dean warned, slipping on a pair of sunglasses and taking the stool next to his boyfriend.

“Ugh. Make her stop,” Michael groaned.

“Pancakes, bacon, and hash browns,” she continued, undeterred.

“Morning, kids,” Silas said, entering the kitchen with his arms full of grocery bag totes. “I brought sports drinks, ibuprofen, and fixin’s for Bloody Marys.” Kevin and the kittens jogged into the room on his heels. They did a lap around the island before racing through the open terrace door.

“What kind of evil villain are you, expecting us to drink more?” Michael said to the countertop.

“Give me a sports drink and the pills, and nobody gets hurt,” Dean said, his face buried in a giant mug of black coffee.

“I’ll take a Bloody Mary,” Maggie chirped.

“Why are these monsters screaming?” Michael groaned.

“Did you get to retell them the good news yet?” Silas asked Maggie, leaning in to give her a kiss.

“Not yet,” she said, melting against him.

“Oh good. They made up,” Dean said dryly.

Michael raised his hood and pulled the strings so tight that only his nose and mouth were visible. “Yay.”

Dayana slunk into the room, a piece of paper stuck to her cheek, and moaned dramatically. “Has anyone seen Keaton?”

“I got this,” Silas said. He crossed to Maggie’s sister and peeled the paper off her face. “We left you a note last night. Your dad took Keaton to the inn for a sleepover.”

“Oh. Good. I didn’t dream that part,” Dayana said, shuffling toward the coffee.

“I’ve never been this hungover in my life,” Dean moaned.

“He says that every time,” Maggie told Silas.

“Why are we here and not hibernating for the ten months it’s going to take for me to feel normal again?” Michael rasped.

“Because these jerks have something ‘important’ they want to talk about,” Dean said.

Maggie started another pot of coffee while Silas took the bacon out of the oven.

“I hate everything,” Dayana rasped.

“The benefit to spending parties having sex instead of enjoying the open bar,” Silas whispered to Maggie.

“We’re so smart,” she told him. Her thumb found the band of the engagement ring, and she couldn’t hold back the smile.

Cody bopped into the room. “Hey, guys!”

“Get out!” they roared as one.

Maggie cut him off at the door. “Don’t listen to them, but do memorize their faces. This is what a hangover looks like after thirty.”

“It’s not pretty,” Cody observed.

“Come over here and say that to my withered, dehydrated face so I can throw up on your shoes,” Dean said.

“I’ll help,” Michael volunteered.

Cody grinned.

“Wait a minute. Shoes,” Dean said. “Something happened to my shoes last night.”